The witch was a mole in the I.S., working one of their most sensitive, highest-paying jobs while simultaneously laboring away as a peon in some fanatical black-arts cult. I knew because he had played messenger boy last year and asked me to join them. Right after he stunned Jenks into unconsciousness and left him to fry on my car's dashboard. What an ass.
'Hi, Tom,' I said dryly. 'How's the wand hanging?'
The I.S. officer backed up with his eyes on Jenks. His face reddened when someone laughed at him for being afraid of a four-inch pixy. The truth of it was, he should be. Something that small and winged could be lethal. And Tom knew it.
'Morgan,' Tom said, nose wrinkled as he breathed in the burnt-amber-tainted air. 'I am not surprised. Summoning demons in public?' His gaze traveled over the trashed store, and a mocking tsk-tsk came from him. 'This is going to cost you.'
My breath quickened when I remembered Minias, and I spun. True to his word, the demon was behaving himself, standing still as every incoming I.S. officer pointed their weapons, both conventional and magic, at him.
My mother made a puff of noise, her high heels clacking as she strode to him. 'A demon? Are you insane?' she said as she tucked our purchases under an arm to take Minias's hand and pat it. I froze in shock. Minias looked even more surprised.
'Do you honestly think my daughter is so stupid she'd let a demon out of a circle?' she continued, her smile bright. 'In the middle of Cincinnati? Three days before Halloween? It's a costume. This kind man helped my daughter repel the demons and got caught in the crossfire.' She beamed up at him, and Minias delicately removed his hand from hers, curling his fingers into a tight fist. 'Isn't that so, dear?'
Minias silently sidestepped away from my mother. I felt a tug on my awareness as something was drawn from the ever-after to this side of the lines, and Minias pulled a wallet from his back pocket.
'My papers…gentlemen,' the demon said, giving me a smirk before he passed Tom what looked like one of those ID holders you see on cop shows.
The clerk slumped against the first officer, wailing. 'There were two of them in robes and one in a green costume! I think that's the green one there. They trashed the store! They knew her name. That woman is a black witch and everyone knows it! It's been in the papers and the news. She's a menace! A freak and a menace!'
Jenks bristled, but it was my mother who said, 'Get a grip, Pat. She didn't call them.'
'But the store!' Patricia insisted, her fear turning to anger now that I.S. officers surrounded her. 'Who's going to pay for this?'
'Look,' I said, feeling Jenks shivering between me and the scarf. 'My partner is cold sensitive. Can we wrap this up? I haven't broken the law as far as I can see.'
Tom looked up from reading Minias's ID. He squinted from the picture to Minias, then handed it to someone far older standing behind him with a curt, 'Pull it.'
Unease trickled through me, but Minias didn't seem to be troubled. Jenks pinched my ear when Tom moved to stand before me, and I jerked out of my reverie.
'You shouldn't have turned us down, Morgan,' the witch said, so close I could smell a witch's characteristic redwood smell rolling off of him. The more magic you practiced, the stronger you smelled, and Tom reeked. I thought of Minias and felt a moment of worry. He might look like a witch, but he would smell like a demon, and they'd seen me let him out. Crap. Think, Rachel. Don't react, think!
'Somehow,' Tom said softly, threateningly, 'I don't think your friend Minias is going to have a record. Any record at all. Sort of like a demon?'
My thoughts scrambled, and I felt more than saw Minias ease up behind me.
'I'm sure Mr. Bansen will find my papers are in order,' he said, and I shivered when a chill ran through me, pulled into existence from the draft of Jenks's wings.
'Holy crap! Minias smells like a witch!' the pixy whispered.
I took a deep breath, my shoulders relaxing when I found Minias did indeed lack the characteristic burnt- amber scent that clung to all demons. I turned to him in surprise, and the demon shrugged, twisting his hand. It was still in a fist, and my lips parted when I realized he hadn't opened his fingers since my mother had taken his hand.
Eyes widening, I spun to my mother to find her beaming. She'd given him an amulet? My mother was crazy, but she was crazy like a fox.
'Can we go?' I said, knowing Tom was trying to get a good sniff of him as well.
Tom's eyes narrowed. Taking my elbow, he pulled me from Minias. 'That is a demon.'
'Prove it. And as you once told me, it's not against the law to summon demons.'
His face went ugly. 'Maybe not, but you're responsible for the damage they do.'
A groan slipped from Jenks, and I felt my face go stiff.
'She destroyed my store!' the woman wailed. 'Who's going to pay for this! Who?'
An I.S. officer approached with Minias's ID, and while Tom held up a finger for me to wait, he talked to him. My mother joined me, and the people outside complained as an officer started to make them move on. Tom was frowning when the man left, and bolstered by his show of bad temper, I smiled cattily. I was going to walk out of here. I knew it.
'Ms. Morgan,' he said as he slid his wand away. 'I have to let you go—'
'What about the store?' the woman wailed.
'Can it, Patricia!' my mother said, and Tom grimaced as if he'd eaten a spider.
'As long as you agree that demons were here because of you,' he added, 'and you agree to pay for damages,' he finished, handing Minias his ID back.
'But it wasn't my fault.' My gaze scanned the broken shelves and scattered amulets as I tried to add up the potential cost. 'Why should I have to pay for it because someone sicced them on me? I didn't summon them!'
Tom smiled, and my mother squeezed my elbow. 'You're welcome to come down to the I.S. and file a countercomplaint.'
Nice. 'I'll accept the damages.' So much for the air conditioner fund. 'Come on,' I said, reaching for Minias. 'Let's get out of here.'
My hand passed right through him. I froze, but I didn't think anyone had noticed. Glancing at his irate face, I gestured sourly for him to go before me. 'After you,' I said, then hesitated. I wasn't going to do this at the coffeehouse two blocks away. Not with the I.S. buzzing like fairies around a sparrow nest. 'My car is about five spots down. It's the red convertible, and you're riding in back.'
Minias's eyebrows rose. 'As you say…,' he murmured, rocking into motion.
Looking proud and satisfied, my mother snatched my purchases up, linked her arm in mine, and like magic the crowd parted to show us the door.
'You okay, Jenks?' I questioned when the cool of the night hit us.
'Just get me in the car,' he said, and I carefully wrapped my scarf about my neck once more to snuggle him in.
Coffee with my mom and a demon. Yeah, that was a good idea.
Two
The coffeehouse was warm, smelling of biscotti and brewing beans. Jenks went to my mom's shoulder when I loosened my scarf, but I didn't take it off, not knowing if my neck showed Al's fingerprints or not. It sure hurt enough to. Al is out? How am I going to shut this down?
Gently rubbing my neck, I lingered at the door to watch Minias, Jenks, and my mother find their place in line. The heavy-charm detection alarm was glaring a harsh red—responding to Minias most likely—but no one in the crowded place was paying it any mind. It was three days before Halloween, and everyone was trying out their spells.
The demon looked tall beside my mother as she fidgeted. Her cream-colored leather clutch purse matched her shoes to perfection; I must have gotten my fashion sense from my dad. I knew I had gotten my height from
